The area surrounding Wolf Head Mountain was anything but peaceful, with monster howls and the occasional roars of cannon fire audible from afar.
Elves and giants made their way up the uneven and bloodstained dirt road, winding upwards.
Atop the mountain, the black castle walls stood imposingly, with each watchtower, arrow tower, and sentry post rising solidly.
From time to time, arrows that looked like shooting stars would shoot out from the battlements, whistling into the azure sky and vanishing from sight.
This seemed hardly remarkable.
But when they focused their attention and gazed at the openings in the towers, trying to catch the moment the light arrows shot out, they suddenly felt a chill surge from the soles of their feet to the crown of their heads.
Their hairs stood on end.